Carrying a plastic bag with the two unidentified objects worth 300,000 inside, Luo Qi and Mo Er left the garage from the back door, wandering aimlessly through the streets and alleys. They then called Delaman to Little Chinatown two kilometers away.
"You know what this is."
Sitting in the back seat, Luo Qi was holding a can of water, when Mo Er suddenly spoke.
It wasn't a questioning tone, but a definitive statement.
All the expressions of doubt, hesitation, and uncertainty during the price negotiation were just an act. Mo Er had already noticed Luo Qi's true thoughts and reactions during their time in the car, and their subsequent collaboration was based on this "silent understanding."
"You can't hide anything from you."
Luo Qi laughed and then opened the plastic bag, taking out the pair of strange sea-blue objects.
[Device connected, welcome to use Rokeman Technology.] The system's familiar yet strange voice echoed in his ears once more.
Unfortunately, Mo Er couldn't hear it, even though they were so close.
Now, Luo Qi was not wearing the dirty samurai outfit, but a simple casual attire. Following the instructions, he pulled up his pant leg, exposing his lower leg to the air.
"Click click click..."
Without warning, the two objects bit onto his leg like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
With a series of metallic clashing sounds, Luo Qi's leg transformed into a mechanical armor filled with sharp angles and streamlined coolness.
Even more terrifying, under their watch, the device slowly disappeared beneath Luo Qi's skin, leaving no trace, as if it had been digested and absorbed.
!!!
"What, what is this thing!?"
Mo Er's composure collapsed. Since the day she went crazy, Luo Qi hadn't seen such an unsettled expression on her face.
Not until witnessing something so shocking that it defied belief and made one question reality.
Luo Qi's leg below the knee lost all sensation, and only after the system's prompt did it slowly recover.
[Rokeman leg enhancement component Land Warfare 3 model applied.]
Leg enhancement component?
A prosthetic?
He carefully lifted his leg and gently poked it with his finger, finding no difference.
"Have you ever heard of Rokeman Technology?"
Luo Qi turned his head and asked Mo Er with a puzzled expression.
She shook her head with an equally baffled expression, even more astonished.
An unheard-of name, unseen technology - what kind of black technology is this!
Together, they stared at Luo Qi's clean leg, devoid of any trace, feeling bewildered.
The water came from a drinkin' bottle, held in Moir's hand.
Speakin' of water, it's all drinkin' water, but Pure Water brand is tens of times more expensive than the one he's usin' to wash his hands.
"Tell me ya got good news." Regina's tone was slightly higher than usual, seemin' to be in a good mood.
"As for Sheng Taiyaro..."
Lucky recalled Regina's instructions and felt a bit awkward.
"Escaped...!?" Her voice suddenly turned surprised, and then she took a breath, "Well, it's alright. At least we smashed his place. We'll give him a good beatin' next time we catch him."
"Not really."
Lucky chuckled.
"It's just that he might be hard to recognize."
Regina was stunned by Lucky: "Hard to recognize? What do ya mean? Did he disguise himself or change his gender?"
"I might've used a bit too much force, kicked him into the generator. Took a while to get him out, but he seems a bit charred."
"Charred..."
No need to think, Regina must've had that speechless look on her face.
"Well, it's okay if he's dead. If he's alive, they'll pay more, anyway. The money is all comin' from the Moxes." Regina laughed at Lucky, the lively mercenary, "By the way, didn't ya get rich? Why are ya still so eager to take on jobs?"
"Can't live off past wealth, right? Sittin' at home all day ain't doin' anythin'."
Lucky replied with a smile.
Of course, that was only part of the reason.
Go against the current, or you'll fall behind.
In Night City, this sayin' is an absolute truth.
Every day, countless people come to Night City with dreams, hopes, and aspirations to make a name for themselves. When one person falls, countless others want to step on their corpse to climb up. It's the same in every industry.
Even for mercenaries, who live day by day.
Quality subdermal armor is pricey in the black market, and one reason is to prevent bein' shot in the dark.
"Stay safe, the job's done smoothly, the client'll be satisfied..." Regina received a message from the Moxes, "Um, new request, hang that scumbag's body up, take a picture for me, the client's payin' extra."
"Oh, okay, sure, alright, no problem, hahaha..."
Lucky laughed madly and quickly hung up.
Then he stared blankly at the unidentifiable pile of flesh on the ground.
"Damn, it's over, can't even tell this used to be a person, how am I gonna hang him up..." He held his head in his hands, helplessly babbling.
Lucky swore to the sky that after confirming that Sheng Taiyaro was indeed this guy, he really only kicked him once.
He didn't expect this bizarre Rokeman technology to be so fierce. In addition to providin' dynamic cushionin' for the body during shootin' to ensure muzzle stability, even the body's movements were greatly enhanced.
In simple terms—super jump.
As for the part he described to Regina, except for a little "literary" modification of the force, the process was mostly consistent.
A classic intelligence problem has a special Night City version today.
How many steps does it take to kick Sheng Taiyaro into a generator?